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And then: "Did you chaps get 'im?"
A sense of the duties of friendship returned to Redwood. "Is Mr.
Bensington hurt?" he said.
The man inside heard imperfectly. "No one ain't to blame if I ain't,"
said the voice inside.
It became clearer to Redwood that he must have shot Bensington. He
forgot the cuts upon his face, arose and came back to find Bensington
seated on the ground and rubbing his shoulder. Bensington looked over
his glasses. "We peppered him, Redwood," he said, and then: "He tried to
jump over me, and knocked me down. But I let him have it with both
barrels, and my! how it has hurt my shoulder, to be sure."
A man appeared in the doorway. "I got him once in the chest and once in
the side," he said.
"Where's the waggons?" said Cossar, appearing amidst a thicket of
gigantic canary-creeper leaves.
It became evident, to Redwood's amazement, first, that no one had been
shot, and, secondly, that the trolley and waggon had shifted fifty
yards, and were now standing with interlocked wheels amidst the tangled
distortions of Skinner's kitchen garden. The horses had stopped their
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